"Master, what's wrong?"
Gingerbread put the skeleton back into its storage bag.
"None of my four disciples are on Immortal Jade Peak. As their master, I am all alone and very sad."
Immortal Lord Qingxue walked over with a sigh.
Okay.
I feel like an elderly person left behind in the countryside, and I'm feeling emo.
"I've come back to keep Master company!" Gingerbread said with a smile, hugging Immortal Lord Qingxue's arm.
"Hey, isn't Second Senior Brother here either?"
Wen Yuzhao was like a homebody and rarely left the sect.
Immortal Lord Qingxue lowered his eyebrows: "He's gone out to gain experience."
"Your senior sister isn't here, and that brat Yingnan has disappeared somewhere."
"He spends his days flirting with women and seducing all the female disciples in the sect. A group of female cultivators came to his door demanding an explanation."
Gingerbread: ...囧.
The peacock is gone, leaving behind a pile of romantic entanglements.
Immortal Lord Qingxue rubbed his forehead in exasperation. "A few days ago, more than a dozen female disciples came to my door in one day. I had no choice but to stay at the Sect Leader's place for a few days to hide."
"Master," Gingerbread said solemnly, "you've worked hard."
The master and apprentice sat under the osmanthus tree chatting.
Immortal Lord Qingxue was furious because of Xie Yingnan's mess, and he cursed until his lips were dry.
Gingerbread poured a cup of tea and pushed it over, "Master, moisten your throat before you start cursing."
"My dear disciple..."
Immortal Lord Qingxue felt a lump in his throat and almost shed tears.
The moon climbed up the treetops.
Someone knocked on the door again outside the courtyard.
"Who is it?" Gingerbread stretched its neck.
Ling Hanchuan's cool voice came from outside the door.
"Junior Sister Jiang, it's me."
"Senior Brother Ling, come in!"
Ling Hanchuan pushed open the door and entered. Upon seeing Qingxue Xianjun, he bowed and said with a subtle expression, "Junior Sister Jiang, someone is looking for you. They are currently waiting for you in the Sect Leader's Hall."
"Who's looking for Little Cake?" Immortal Lord Qingxue asked.
Ling Hanchuan: "Do you know Li Dapu?"
What? What?
This name is interesting.
Gingerbread shook its head. "Never heard of it, and I don't know it. Why are you looking for me?"
When Qingxue Xianjun heard this name, he was stunned for a moment, and said with a complicated expression, "Five years ago, he became famous in the Eight Desolate Continent by attempting to die hundreds of times a day. He was a rogue cultivator without any sect or faction."
"Trying to die a hundred times a day?" Gingerbread asked in surprise.
"Yes, jumping into the water to commit suicide, jumping off a cliff to commit suicide, sending oneself into the mouth of a monster, and even paying a high price to have someone cut him with a knife."
"The most outrageous thing is..."
Immortal Lord Qingxue choked up, unable to utter the rest of his words.
Ling Hanchuan continued expressionlessly, "Li Dapu is the kind of person who goes wherever there is danger. A few years ago, when a secret realm of demonic cultivators opened, it is said that he was the first to rush in."
"He hasn't appeared since he rushed into the demonic cultivator's secret realm, and everyone thought he was dead."
"As a result, they suddenly came to visit and said they wanted to see you."
Ling Hanchuan looked at Gingerbread.
Wow.
She really doesn't know him.
Gingerbread's mind went blank, and her tone slowed as she spoke, "I really don't remember knowing this person."
Ling Hanchuan: "It's alright. With the sect leader there, he wouldn't dare do anything to you. Junior sister, come with me."
"That person... is too difficult to deal with..."
Before he was ordered to come to Xianyu Peak, Li Dapu was still lying on the ground throwing a tantrum.
The sect leader's beard was bent crooked with anger.
"Okay, I'll go there."
Immortal Lord Qingxue was also curious about what was going on, so he followed Jiang Bingbing and Ling Hanchuan to the main hall.
As we approached the main hall.
They heard maniacal and lewd laughter.
"Hehehehehehe, old man Wuya, while I was away for a few years, your Sword Sect's economic level has improved."
"We used to be dirt poor, and you, as the sect leader, would secretly run off to take on high-level bounty orders to make money. Oh dear, it breaks my heart to see that!"
Wuya's eyes twitched. "...Shut up."
"I can't say it yet. You're legitimately taking on bounties to earn money, not working as a gigolo for the Holy Maiden of the Demon Realm."
"What's there to say—"
"Sizzle—"
The sound of a sharp object scraping across a table could be heard coming from inside.
Gingerbread was stunned. Who was that amazing person? Was it something I could talk about?
Who exactly is Li Dapu?
That's incredibly audacious.
Ling Hanchuan entered the main hall and bowed, saying, "Sect Leader, Junior Sister Jiang has arrived."
As soon as Gingerbread entered the door, someone rushed towards her, startling her so much that she stumbled and almost fell.
Immortal Lord Qingxue stretched out his arm to block, and the person who rushed over was knocked down by the released spiritual power. He lay on the ground and looked up at Gingerbread.
Two hot tears welled up in the dog's eyes.
Gingerbread: What's going on?
Sect Leader Wuya slowly walked over and introduced, "Little Bing, this is—"
He glanced at the monk lying on the ground, his eyes brimming with tears, and said expressionlessly,
"His name is Li Dapu, and he came here specifically to see you."
“I don’t know him!” Gingerbread shook his head.
Sudden!
The cultivator who was lying on the ground suddenly sprang to his feet with a flick of his tail.
"Ginger...cake, right?" His fair cheeks flushed a deep purplish-red, his excitement palpable.
Gingerbread hesitated for a moment, then asked, "Yes, it is. Is there something you need?"
The cultivator in front of them was dressed in a tight-fitting outfit.
only.
The clothes were quite colorful and flashy, and at first glance, they looked as eye-catching as a brightly colored peacock.
The other person slyly approached, leaned close to Gingerbread's ear, and whispered:
"I heard you invented snail rice noodles?"
Gingerbread paused, a disbelieving thought flashing through her mind, "I invented it, so what?"
Li Dapu's droopy dog eyes suddenly lit up, and he stretched out his trembling hands, trying to grasp Gingerbread's hand and shouting, "Dear fellow villager!"
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